Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!
Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my b...

I The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me...

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss...

How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessed spot
Is blest...

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a...

White with daisies and red with sorrel
And empty, empty under the sky!--
Life is a quest and l...

I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high--higher than most--
...

I I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not...

Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown--
Rough stalks, and from thick stamen...

The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as ...

When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into th...

Doubt no more that Oberon--
Never doub that Pan
Lived, and played a reed, and ran
After nymp...

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think...

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little...

Let them bury your big eyes
In the secret earth securely,
Your thin fingers, and your fair,
...